What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 25

"George," I said seeing his handsome face and wanting so badly to just be in his arms. But I couldn't do this not without an explanation from him. This news was so fresh to me and he still hasn't explained himself.

"Lolo," he said smiling back at me, pain in his eyes.

"Have you seen Linda?" Paul then quickly asked him so he could give us space.

"She went to sleep," George nodded at his friend.

"Well I will leave you both to talking and go stay the night with her," Paul told us both and then he was gone up the stairs and out of sight.

I stayed where I was standing and just kept my hand protectively over my belly.

"Lolo," he said again, "I'm here. I'm back, I am glad you came home."

"What was so important to you, that you had to leave and not explain to me what had happened?" I questioned him, "You know I've always loved you with every piece of my heart and I trusted you."

"I don't want you to stop trusting me," he grabbed my hands and sat me down on the sofa before retreating to the fireplace to continue to feed it.

"Luckily Paul explained to me the situation and assured me that it was not something you planned on," I made him aware of my knowledge on the matter.

"Absolutely not," he began to tear up, "I didn't even know what was happening until it was too late."

"Well that sounds like a horrible experience with her then," I laughed through my own tears and George just stared at me with a straight face. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to take part in laughing at my joke.

"How could she just sit there in our home next to her own husband and not be ashamed and embarrassed?" I spoke again, asking George about Maureen.

He shook his head, "I didn't want her here. Ringo said it was my punishment and wanted to torment me. Obviously John goes nowhere without Yoko and Linda lives with us. Ringo found it fitting to bring her with as well."

"How long would you have gone without telling me?" I asked him then.

"I fully expect all of these questions and I deserve to be asked them but every single day since that night last month I have been feeling so much guilt. I knew what happened would hurt you and I never want to ever hurt you or break your trust. And with a baby on the way."

He looked like he was in absolute pain and it broke my heart to see him this way just as much as it broke my heart that he hurt our family.

"I don't want this lifestyle," I admitted to him, "I'm more scared now than ever to be a mother because of all I have to protect this child from."

"I will give up everything for us, for this family. I don't want any of it if it means you don't want me," he promised as he sat down beside me and grabbed my hand.

I listened to every syllable of his Liverpudlian accent as if I was talking to him for the first time. His voice was like music itself to my ears and I love this man more than anything. I just feel extremely hurt by his actions, even if he wasn't fully aware of what was happening.

"George," I said softly, "I'll always want you, I made a vow to love you through anything but that vow goes both ways."

I felt the baby kicking them and pulled his hand to my belly. He felt the flutter and he smiled wide before his face went straight again.

"So Paul told you that I was under the influence that night?" He went back to our discussion.

"He did," I nodded, "I wish you had told me that from the start. I do trust you George and I get it, even though it still has my heart into a million pieces."